[Jasper Redgrave stands outside a large kennel, his hand extended to grasp the chain link separating him from the whimpering dog.]

“Growing up, I remember my grandfather’s best friend. Everywhere the old man went, that dog wasn’t far behind.”

“They spent many of days in the field playing catch. After a long day of running and playing, they’d gather at the dinner table where my grandfather would have his nightly meal, his loyal companion laying right by his feet.”

[The Killer King kneels outside of the kennel, getting closer to being level with the old dog being housed in the cage.]

“When it was time to work the next day, the old hound would be right there to wake the old man up at the brink of day. As my grandfather went to slave the day away in the fields, that damned dog was right next to him ready to help in any way a four-legged companion could.”

[A slight smile cracked his chiseled face as a fond memory crossed his mind.]

“And when it was time to bed down, that old hound would lay at the foot of the bed on high alert. Should anything go bump in the night, that dog would make sure it wasn’t anything threatening. I like to think that the security that dog brought my grandfather was what helped him sleep so soundly at night.”

[His tone grows somber.]

“But time waits for no man or beast, does it?”

“Just as my grandfather became old and withered, so too did the loyal basset hound that sat beside him.”

“No longer was he able to keep up in the fields..”

“He wasn’t able to chase down the old tennis ball and bring it back anymore.”

“And most nights, the old dog fell asleep long before my grandfather was done with his dinner.”

“My grandfather’s best friend suddenly became.. useless.”

[Jasper pauses for a moment, his focus slowly switching.]

“Just as useless as you, Harold Attano.”

“You used to be a formidable name around Old School Wrestling.”

“You used to be a man that could get shit done. You were a man that once was able to hold the OSW World Championship.”

“At one point in time, you were a man that Jackson Cade could count on.”

[The caged dog whimpers again, Jasper shaking his head slightly.]

“But not anymore.”

“Now you’re just an old dog that can’t keep up.”

“A useless sack of bones that can’t adapt to the everchanging chaos around him.”

“You’re an old dog that cannot be taught new tricks, Harry.”

[Redgrave pushes back to a vertical stance, reaching into the inside pocket of his coat before pulling out a handgun and cocking it.]

[Another whimper comes from the old hound.]

“You’ve of no use to Jackson. You’re of no use to the Seekers. And more importantly.. you’re of no use to me, Harry.”

“You’ve run your course, you old dog.”

“At Warzone, it’s time I take you out back behind the old barn.”

[Jasper takes aim.]

“And put you out of your misery.”

[At the last moment, Jasper’s target changes. The barrel of the gun swings towards the camera.]

[BANG!]

[Static…]